Kelly pranced up to me and the BF, chattering away about this new woman she was into and how excited she was because the woman had arrived and was mingling nicely and was just as sexy as Kelly thought she might have remembered from a fuzzy night of car-kissing the previous week. Kelly was an equal opportunity lover -- but it had been awhile since she had been with anyone she was REALLY interested in, and frankly she needed a woman's touch just now. She needed compassion and softness and this oh-so-very-interesting woman seemed the perfect antidote for her loneliness. Oh, how she wanted a woman! Wasn't this woman unbelieveble sexy??? She did that attempting-to-be-secretive-sideways-head-point. We followed the indicated trajectory with our eyes. Then the BF and I looked at each other in puzzlement. Was it possible Kelly didn't realize? Possibly she didn't realize because she was waxing enthusiastically about her return to the Sapphic Arts. On the other hand, Kelly was an equal opportunity lover and this new woman of interest ......was definitely a man in women's clothing. S/he was sporting a vampiric goth look -- not a traditional drag queen by any means BUT definitely a drag queen. Kelly tottered off to kiss her gender nondescript partner and the BF and I discussed if it was more ethical to clue Kelly in, or just let it lie when Sweetwater took the floor.
"D--- is having a tax day party at his mansion. Let's all carpool over there now."
D--- was a very wealthy rancher and one of Sweetwater's regulars. She and Kelly sometimes went to his mansion with him for hot tub parties. Then they would get high, drunk and do an olive oil jill-off and occasionally dine on each other for his benefit. He would give them each a couple of hundred for the show. Sweetwater claimed he was more-or-less impotent around women. The show was fantasy fuel. I didn't believe her.
We all drove up to the North Valley. D---'s driveway was gravel and my new shoes sank deeply. I couldn't gain enough purchase to walk. My Knight-In-Sharkskin BF swooped me up in his arms and carried me up to the front porch. Kelly and Naomi/ Yvette applauded his chivalry.
Inside the sprawling ranch, about 6 feet from the front door was a stocked and staffed wet bar. We ordered drinks and I noticed that the very large and beautiful CEO of the best local BBQ chain was manning a giant mesquite grill alongside the bar. He offered me some beef, but I was vegetarian and too high anyway. Sweetwater waved her arms around like a drunken, tragically beautiful Vanna White and led a guided tour of the house. It took a half hour to see the whole house -- even though our guide was drunkenly succinct.
We finished the tour at a second fully stocked and staffed wet bar in a brick indoor patio alongside an olympic-sized pool. A DJ was spinning soul classics as we took over most of the stools. There were a few old money, wrinkled and bleached over-tanned, over-jeweled rich divorced bitches chatting up some big ranchers. The ranchers immediately shifted focus to our entourage of high and drunken dancers in form-fitting evening wear. I felt like a movie star.
The rich bitches pretended they were charmed by us while staring daggers. They called us cheap, so we ordered shots and stuck our generous tips in the bartenders pockets. They called us sluts, so we all started making out with each other. The ranchers were mesmerized. The tanned diamond ladies surrendered and retreated to the dance floor.
My beautiful BF looked me in the eye. "Thank you so much."
"What? The girl-on-girl visuals?"
"Well ... the girl-on-girl visuals -- but these are the same guys who made me feel like nothing in high school. Now, I've arrived at their party -- the only man in the company of the women they want, and a few of you have kissed me in front of them. No one kissed them. I've had delicious cold revenge and it was hot."
"I can't stand up in these shoes anymore. Take me home and I'll give you some more hot revenge."
We found our way to the door and he carried me across the driveway, buckled me into the pickup truck and we went home to bed.
